Do you ever hear something or see something that reminds you of me? When your hands are cold do you wish I was there? There are so many questions and things that I want to say but they're all choked up. I lay here sometimes and I wonder. I wonder why you left, and what I did wrong. It feels like there are needles in my chest and they never leave. Its the little things. I miss every little thing about you. From the gleam in your eyes to the lines on your palms that were once pressed against mine so tightly my finger tips turned white. They say just because you miss someone doesn't mean you want the back but I ache, they say that with everyday things will be better but they just get worse. Ive been falling out of line, falling apart really. I don't regret you or wish that I had never met you because at the time you were exactly what I needed and damn I need you now. When I told you I loved you and well I never stopped. I want to start picking up the pieces but I really don't know where to start. They are scattered across the floor each piece reflecting a memory that is now beyond broken. I know I cant fix this but I cant just throw it away. Im terrified of losing you even though your already gone. All the colours fades from the brightest reds to greys. My vision is blurred and focusing is hard. Its like looking out a window while going down the highway as the clock strikes 1am. The fast moving lights slow and fade as your eyes close softly but you open your tired eyes and look up to the star scattered dark blue-black night. At Least were under the same sky, i guess.
